章 972: Angel of Retribution

Nightmare clashed against the holy sword, its collision resounding through the chamber, accompanied by an otherworldly shriek that sent shivers down their spine. Surprisingly, the cry didn't come from the dagger itself; instead, it emanated from the very core of the weapon, making Arthur fear that it might be on the verge of shattering. Yet, as the blinding light subsided, he found himself amazed to see the blade gleaming brighter than ever.

Hidden behind his helmet, the holy warrior's voice carried a tinge of concern. "As I feared," he spoke, his words tinged with urgency. "A dagger capable of nullifying holy power should never exist within these tower walls. It is not a prize to be rewarded, for it defies the sacred contract with the gods."